SoulWeaver
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The Bitter Pill ....... crazed musings, drunken ramblings and extracted confessions
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In a dim corner of the docks,
Down a dark, twisting street hemmed in with overhanging and dilapidated housing,
There's a stygian, half hidden alleyway,
Which leads to a disreputable bar, itself a front for glutenous thoughts and obsidian deeds.
http://s3.postimage.org/ckc8of0tm/TBP_Alley2.jpg
http://s3.postimage.org/xu087k92i/The_Bitter_Pill.jpg
Welcome to the The Bitter Pill.
"Theres no fun to be had here," a hypnotic voice whispers into your ear, "So don't come a lookin' for Babylon."
Dare you cross the salted doorway?
Is it to keep things out . . . or lock them inside . . .
Down a dark, twisting street hemmed in with overhanging and dilapidated housing,
There's a stygian, half hidden alleyway,
Which leads to a disreputable bar, itself a front for glutenous thoughts and obsidian deeds.
http://s3.postimage.org/ckc8of0tm/TBP_Alley2.jpg
http://s3.postimage.org/xu087k92i/The_Bitter_Pill.jpg
Welcome to the The Bitter Pill.
"Theres no fun to be had here," a hypnotic voice whispers into your ear, "So don't come a lookin' for Babylon."
Dare you cross the salted doorway?
Is it to keep things out . . . or lock them inside . . .
.
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